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I only had one ride in a Ferrari, though I have driven a few. Back around 1966, my parents had a detail shop in Tucson. My dad had a sense of humor, so he sent me out as passenger, I didn't know much, just a funny looking little foreign convertible, but I recognized the name. The driver was a guy named Clem, yes he looked just like his name, a mountain of a man! It must have been quite the sight, me, just looking over the dash, and Clem looking completely over the windshield! I had no fear, so I didn't notice how fast we were going. Oh how I wish some one would of had a camera. Cheers, Dennis
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